A tool drawn from the pocket…
 a soul of charity…a giving love…
  that’s selfless, true, and good…
   to realize that others walk along.
Another is enjoyment
 of life…to do and see and look above
  the circumstance that would
   make many travelers weep and only see the wrong.

Dig deeply; find contentment…
 a peace to over-tread anxieties
  that pummel from all sides,
   and know that inner peace transcends each blow.
Whether climbing or descent,
 find hope that’s just ahead
 and then foresees
  the goal where all abides,
   although the trail is difficult and slow.

But recognize the true fact:
 That hearts are empty shells to hold each tool.
  It is not self-empowered;
   the source is from beyond this mortal clay.
Easy to get off the track,
 where each wayward step tells “here is a fool!”
  Or if the path is flowered
   with seeds that have been planted on the way.

Missteps may happen often
 throughout the journey long; the path is drawn
  and ready for the tread
   of feet that keep in step to reach the aim.
The tools availed will soften
 opposing threats that throng from dark to dawn.
  The purpose lies ahead,
   and just beyond success is there to claim.